Draco Malfoy and the Girl Who Hid

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Yn moved through the halls of the Order's headquarters with a calculated air of fragility. She had carefully cultivated an aura of wounded innocence, playing the role of someone who had narrowly escaped the clutches of Voldemort, scarred but resilient. Her performance had been almost too easy; the Order members saw what they wanted to see—a young woman who had survived a harrowing ordeal, a brave soul willing to help them fight back.

Her father had facilitated her integration, vouching for her, and his word had been enough to quell any lingering doubts. She had used that to her advantage, slipping seamlessly into her role as the helpful daughter eager to support the cause. But beneath the mask, she was something else entirely.

It was late one evening when she began the first phase of her plan. She waited until she knew the main leaders would be meeting, and then she slipped into the smaller lounge, where several of the younger Order members were gathered, talking in hushed tones. They were strategizing for a mission scheduled for the following week, oblivious to the dangers that lay ahead.

Yn perched herself on a low-backed chair, just outside their circle, and listened intently. After a few minutes, she made her move, leaning forward with a thoughtful expression.

"You know," she began softly, "I've been thinking about the mission plans, and... well, I just wanted to share my concerns."

The group fell silent, their gazes shifting to her with a mixture of curiosity and respect. Yn had quickly earned a reputation for her quiet intelligence, and they were eager to hear what she had to say.

"What is it, Yn?" one of them asked, leaning closer.

She allowed a slight furrow to cross her brow, as though she were hesitant to speak. "It's just that... I overheard some things while I was... while I was there," she said, letting her voice tremble just enough to evoke sympathy. "They've been watching the Order's movements closely, anticipating these kinds of missions. I don't think it's safe to proceed with the plan as it is."

A few of the members exchanged uneasy glances, clearly shaken by her words. She could sense their hesitation, the first seeds of doubt beginning to take root.

"Are you saying we should change the plan?" another member asked, frowning.

Yn shook her head, feigning reluctance. "Not necessarily... I just think we should be cautious. Maybe add a few more safety measures, something to protect against any surprises they might have in store. I'd hate to see anyone get hurt."

Her words had the desired effect. The younger members began to discuss possible changes to the plan, their previous confidence now tinged with apprehension. Yn watched them carefully, noting who responded with the most enthusiasm and who seemed resistant. She made mental notes, cataloging their personalities and tendencies, the better to exploit them in the future.

When the meeting broke up, Yn slipped away to her room, where she activated the enchantment on her bracelet. It was her link to Draco, allowing them to communicate across great distances. She felt a faint pulse as the spell connected, and she closed her eyes, focusing on the familiar warmth of his presence.

It's done, she whispered, letting the images of her actions flow through the link. They're already beginning to doubt themselves. Soon, they'll be questioning every plan they make.

Draco's voice echoed in her mind, soft and approving. Well done, Yn. You're exactly where you need to be. Keep planting those seeds, and soon enough, they'll be too distracted to see what's coming.

A faint smile crossed her lips. She could feel his pride in her, a warmth that filled the hollow space in her chest. They were in this together, two sides of the same coin, bound by purpose and the shared knowledge of what they could achieve.